By Louise Bogan
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.
When the bare eyes were before me
And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a door.
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead
Formed in the air.
This is a dead scene forever now.
Nothing will ever stir.
The end will never brighten it more than this,
Nor the rain blur.
The water will always fall, and will not fall,
And the tipped bell make no sound.
The grass will always be growing for hay
Deep on the ground.
And I shall stand here like a shadow
Under the great balanced day,
My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind,
And does not drift away.
I know this is a frequent theme in this blog, but it happened again today: I had a Shutterfly coupon for a freebie, this time an easel calendar which Paul wants for his desk at work because he doesn't have anywhere convenient to hang a wall calendar, and I spent a ridiculous amount of time working on it because of web site problems (meanwhile Shutterfly also claims it delivered at 3:40 yesterday the wall calendars I ordered last week, and guess what were NOT delivered at 3:40 yesterday?).
So, yeah, lots of annoyance, at least the weather was gorgeous when I finally got out to walk. I got my lab results back because now I can see them online when my doctor gets them, so I know my vitamin D was on the low side, so I needed the sun! Although there was no World Series game tonight, I was stuck watching sports because DC was playing Minnesota (fortunately the Vikings led all game and won easily). From Brookside Gardens last weekend, the chrysanthemum display in the conservatory: